Saturday, January 14, 2012

Niat Fokus Nulis

Tadi sempat ngga sengaja baca tweet dari sala satu tweet penulis favorie saya, he said that, setiap orang harusnya menulis minimal satu buku. Jleb ! Langsung teringat begitu banyak draft yang sempat dimulai beberapa bab tapi ga di selesain. Mau di bawa kemana ?

Ya, mau di bawa kemana tulisan2 itu ? Apa mau dibiarkan untuk meramaikan memori komputer ?

Pengen nya sih selesai, namun apa daya ? Memang ini terdengar seperti "banyak alasan", tapi aku rasa anda2 semua juga merasakan syndrom "sulit-sekali-untuk-fokus" ini. Misalnya niat untuk nulis udah menggebu-gebu ni. Mulailah untuk menghidupkan PC. Lalu sembari menunggu anda punya ide untuk mengambil sedikit camilan, tiba2 terlintas untuk masak aja. Setelah masak anda kembali ke komputer dengan sepiring mi goreng, dan mulai menulis beberapa paragraf.

Saat mengetik anda merasa kurang nyaman mengetik sambil makan, dan memutuskan untuk browsing dulu. Sambil browsing buka social media, sambil menunggu loading buka YM ,dan banyak hal lain yang "mengundang". Lalu anda terhanyut dengan semua itu, lalu waktu pun berlalu, lalu.. , lalu..., lalu nulisnya kapaaaaaaaaan ????! -________________-

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Sayap

Kalau aku punya sayap...
Kalau aku punya sayap sekarang aku pasti tidak di sini
Kalau aku punya sayap mungkin aku sedang mengitari langit bersama angin
Kalau aku punya sayap aku pasti terbang dari satu puncak gunung ke puncak gunung lainnya
Kalau aku punya sayap sepertinya aku tak akan bertemu dengan mu
Maka dari itu aku yakin Tuhan tidak memberiku sayap agar aku tetep bertengger di sini
Disini untuk bertemu dengan mu

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Persepsi

Mata-mata itu menatap
Mereka penuh persepsi
Aku mencari yang memandang
Dengan persepsi lalu berpikir
Bukan hanya berpersepsi lalu memalingkan

Memandang !
Jauh. Luas. Dalam.

Bukan hanya berharap
Berekspektasi
Berimajinasi
Bukan ! Aku bukan seperti itu !

Maka pandanglah, walau sekejap
Maka kau akan mengerti..

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Pierce the Veil - Caraphernelia

Sunshine, there ain't a thing that you can do that's gonna ruin my night.
(But, there's just something about you.)
This dizzy dreamer and his bleeding little blue boy.
Between your fingers like a diamond.
You decide there is so much more than me.
And baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun in as the preacher tried to stop me.
Oh, my heart is beating for you anyway.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat .
I'll be the fire that will catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
Knowing the colors that will lie up in her mind before.

Nobody prays for the heartless.
Nobody gives another penny for the selfish.
You're learning how to taste what you kill now.
Don't mind me, I'm just reaching for your necklace.
Talking to my momma about this little girl from Texas.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that will catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
Knowing the colors that will lie up in her mind before.

Just get on back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.

So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)
Am I invisible ink like a shadow on the wall?
Just go, oh no.
You can't just throw me away.

So, what if I can't forget you?
Oh, baby, I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that will catch you.
And what's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?

Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh.

What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that will catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
Knowing the colors that will lie up in her mind before.
Just get on back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine that feeds what I need.
So, baby, what if I can't forget you?
(What if I can't forget you?)

What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What's so good about?
What's so good about?
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
Oh.